Join me for the second installment of my illicit escapade, as I defile this Indian toilet beyond repair. The situation has spiraled out of control by day three, with my room reeking of the overpowering stench of feces and urine that has accumulated over time. Despite the dire circumstances, an urgent desire to evacuate a massive log consumes me. In my desperation, I add to the mounting pile of excrement, only to realize that I can no longer flush it away. The toilet is clogged, and I am left with a mountain of my own making. To my dismay, I have no tools to unclog it, not even a brush. The prospect of facing the ashram inhabitants and confessing my predicament is unbearable. I must devise a plan to resolve this mess.